sixteen months

i don't know what i did to deserve such a great son. he's been sleeping 11+ hours every night. it's quite heavenly. and right now...he's on hour 13 of sleep. (i checked him--he's alive.) maybe j thinks he's 16 years old and not 16 months? but it doesn't matter. i'll take it. 

so besides being my little angelic sleeper (and i just know because i've said that he'll decide to not ever sleep again...) he's also a master climber and thinks he knows how to jump. j will move chairs, boxes, furniture, toys, anything and everything to climb higher. and when he does he stands proudly and lets out a high-pitched giggle--sometimes he even covers his mouth in disbelief over his accomplishments. cracks me up every time. i was making bread last night and he pushed the chair over to the counter and climbed on up to watch. sometimes i just stare in disbelief at his abilities. 

his favorite thing to climb onto is the coffee table and dining table--for different reasons and purposes. the coffee table=for jumping. the dining table=for snatching handfuls of halloween candy and touching the sewing machine (if it's out...which it is 95% of the time...pray i finish bert's quilt in time.) but the jumping is my favorite. right now he holds my hands and tries to jump up and down in the air. it's awesome and so adorable how much joy he gets from leaving the ground for a split second. he's become a bit fearless up there. he'll walk right off the edge because he knows mom and dad will catch him. soon he'll be jumping from the coffee table to the couch. such a boy.

talking more and more. bird, kitty, flag, binkie, no, oh no! that's probably my favorite...oh no!!! his voice is so sweet and soft and high. such a tender little guy i have. (when other kids shriek, he thinks they're mad at him and he'll instantly just fall apart...so sad.)

he snuggles and cuddles and loves to play and touch my eyes and stick his fingers up my nose. i love it all. i love that he loves me and wants to play with mommy and daddy. he loves wrestling and bouncing on scott's stomach. he loves "i'm gonna get you" chasing games. he'll raise his little hands to his face and run in place like he's gonna charge. love it. 

i love that he smells like maple and brown sugar oatmeal--his go-to breakfast. i love his independence and how he's starting to "run". i love how his eyes get all big and round when he first plugs that binkie in his mouth for some comfort. i love how excited he gets over a tray full of cheeseballs and then how concerned he becomes over his messy, orange, cheesy hands. 

he's simply the best. and he's still sleeping. bless him.